The Devil's Beloved: a Steamy MM Fantasy Romance (part three)
Satan and the handsome angel Tzyeriel make love by the rivers of Hades
Warmest regards! Today, we begin with a brief note about my new dragon.
Agatha has been having some difficulty adjusting to life in our crowded studio. I assumed her small size would help her feel less confined, but she keeps darting about, puffing up and hissing at everyone.
Stinksnort is hiding in the cupboard. I assured him bearded dragons don't breathe fire, but he's convinced she intends to unleash a fiery blast at any moment.
I must admit, I was surprised to learn she would need a heat lamp to maintain her body temperature. Blarg and I were unaware of how different dragons in the human world are from the ones back home.
Right, a brief explanation of Nether realm dragon physiology:
Our dragons are not only warm-blooded, their blood is absolutely boiling. This has a great deal to do with their internals being constantly aflame; their blood is so hot it scalds anyone it spills upon.
Back to Agatha: Curious about the matter, Blarg obtained a pet care book from the library. It seems we have to keep her body temperature at around 80°F.
I turned up the heat in the apartment, but the toadstool colony started wilting. Upon further reading, Blarg concluded we could put the lamp in the corner.
Agatha can now go there whenever she wishes to bask upon her little rock while I leave the heat at a reasonable temperature for everyone else.
Ah, but enough of such mundane matters, back to the story of our inebriated romantic duo. Things are about to get steamy, albeit in a wobbly sort of way.
***
The angels sang an assortment of obnoxious songs as the raft traveled down the river. It was all Charon could do not to lose his temper.
Finally, they reached the other bank. A plethora of lost souls wandered the muddy beach aimlessly. As the pair stepped off the boat, Tzyeriel almost slipped. Satan tried to catch him, but the Seraph playfully pulled him down with him.
They fell onto the wet earth with a loud Plop.
The angels lay in the mire together, looking deep into each others eyes. Satan, flushed with wine, reached out and kissed Tzyeriel's face with such heat that it surprised them both.
The Seraph responded eagerly, wrapping his arms around Satan and enthusiastically trailing his hands up and down his back. Satan responded by tracing his fingers through the Seraph’s golden hair, drawing him closer as they kissed with ever greater passion.
They broke apart, gasping for breath, their faces burning with desire.
Tzyeriel removed his codpiece. Satan looked down, hungrily staring at the angel's glorious member. The Seraph smiled, and said,
“Like what you see?”
Satan nodded, reaching out to stroke the long, throbbing shaft. Tzyeriel sighed with pleasure and started kissing the horned angel’s neck.
Soon, Satan lay flat on his stomach. Tzyeriel pulled up his red robes and began pleasuring the dark angel with his tongue.
They began making love on the banks. Satan cried out in a beautiful, chaotic series of musical cries. Tzyeriel took the lead, shifting their positions to whatever angle intensified their pleasure.
The light and song emitted by their sensual orchestra filled the night, drawing even the attention of the nearby wraiths.
***
They fell asleep half-naked on the bank, awakening the next morning with terrible hangovers. After a quick dip in the river to wash away the mud, they rode the ferry back, neither mentioning what had happened the night before.
They soon reached the palace. There were many matters Satan needed to attend to, but he couldn't stay focused. Tzyeriel would be leaving soon, and once the Archangels found out what they’d done...
He realized he needed to speak with him about what had happened. He pulled the Seraph aside, leading him down a long, dark hallway. As they entered Satan's study, he locked the door behind him and turned to face Tzyeriel. Satan said,
"About last night..." He paused. There were a hundred things he wanted to say, but nothing came out.
Tzyeriel raised an eyebrow and replied,
"Right, the… hmm. Well, the Archangels will definitely find out what happened, and we'll be swiftly punished.” He paused for a moment, rubbed his chin, and continued,
"Seeing as we're going to get in trouble anyway, we may as well enjoy ourselves before they drag us off. It'll be at least a day or two before Heaven sends someone to check on me..."
He started to unbuckle his codpiece. Satan caught his breath, mesmerized by Tzyeriel’s devil-may-care attitude. He gazed down at the angel’s brilliant, stiffening manhood. The Seraph smiled and asked,
"Are you just going to look at it, or...?" Satan smiled. As they were doomed anyway, he decided he could afford to indulge himself in a lusty last supper.
He knelt, crawled over, and swallowed Tzyeriel’s pillar of light. The Seraph moaned softly as he pressed his strong, rough hand against the back of Satan’s head, gently guiding his motion.
The horned angel stared up into Tzyeriel’s brilliant scarlet eyes, enjoying the way his mouth made such a powerful being so helpless before him.
Feeling the heat increasing in Tzyeriel's member, he pulled himself away, grinning mischievously, and crawled on top of the Heavenly Adonis’s lap, positioning himself to receive his Holy blessing.
Unbeknownst to them, a small demon had been hiding in the rafters, watching everything.
It waited until Tzyeriel and Satan left the room, and darted through the doorway, flying straight toward the pits of Hell.
***
Oh dear, Agatha is glaring angrily at me. I shall attempt to appease her draconian fury with a slice of kale.
OW, she bit me! Stinksnort, get out of the cupboard and help me!